 | 1840 - 372 страници
...lawn. " There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping wdful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. " One morn 1 jniss'd... | |
 | George Willson - 1840 - 298 страници
...high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 27 " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. 28 " One morn I missed... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 страници
...smiling as in scorn', | Mutt'ring Ais wayward fancies, he would rove' ; | Now droop'ing, wo'ful, wan,, | like one forlorn', | Or craz'd with care', | or cross'd in hopeless love,. One morn I miss'd' him on the accustom'd hill', | Along the heath', | and near Ais fav'rite tree, ; | Another came ; | nor yet beside... | |
 | Leonor de Almeida Portugal Lorena e Lencastre Alorna (Marquesa de) - 1844 - 298 страници
...yon'wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; Now drooping, woful wan ! like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd...on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree; Another carne; nor yet beside the ri 1 1, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood, was he:... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 страници
...high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. " One morn I missed... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 страници
...so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. ner. This woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love. One morn I missed him... | |
 | William Collins - 1844 - 328 страници
...rove; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or cross'd in hopeless low. ' One morn I miss'd him on the 'custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came; nor yet heside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 страници
...so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. t day Was bliss. Long ere the dawn, by devious ways, O'er hills, through woods, o готе ; Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 страници
...listless len'gth/ at noon'tide/ would he str'etch, " And po're upon the bro'ok/ that babbles by. " Hard by yon wo'od, (now smiling as in sc'orn,) " Muttering...wayward fan'cies/, he would ro've ; " Now droo'ping, wo'ful, w'an, (like on'e forlo'm) " Or craved with ca're/ or cros'sed/ in hop"eless love\ " One mo'rn... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1845 - 92 страници
...length, at noontide, would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. •« v M. XXVII. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Muttering...his wayward fancies, he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful, wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love. Mii.JEW YOUK riJ.-iLIC... | |
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There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies... 
